


Saint Anne-Marie

by FallenForgivence



Series: Beyond Death [1]
Category: Original Work
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-05-14
Updated: 2019-05-14
Packaged: 2020-03-05 10:04:27
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Chapters: 2
Words: 5,298
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18826450
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/FallenForgivence/pseuds/FallenForgivence
Summary: An original work, telling the early history of Arius Deathsinger through the eyes of one of his many foes, in this instance of the Saint Anne-Marie. Here, we see the rise and fall of the last Saint of her order, and aspects of a grander story involving these characters.





	1. Saint Anne-Marie

Anne-Marie. 

A holy and chaste name given to mortal saints for their service in the scripture of holy beings thought to be gods of great divinity and power. 

Today, the woman known as Amaranth was dead, and the woman known as the Saint Anne-Marie would rise to the holy right of her position at the forefront of the great Allegiance of Heavens. 

“And do you solemnly swear to uphold the truth, just, and noble cause of our order, no matter the task given to you, no matter what things you may do or horrors you may witness?” The high council of Elder Saints stood around the bare and pale woman, blades held high as they initiated her.

“I do my lords and ladies.” Amaranth remained cross legged before them, eyes shut and breath stead with a calm she had prepared for this momentous event. To be before the holy Elder Saints was a gift of it’s own right, but to be given their rule and wisdom was another thing entirely.

“Then rise. You are no more the woman you were. You are now the holy instrument of our coven, the Saint Anne-Marie, the Mighty Arch-Saint and hand of this council.” The many blades that surrounded her lowered towards her, as she rose to accept her role and newfound duty.

As she rose, she could feel a warmth draw across her skin, causing her to inhale lightly as she opened her eyes, her sight burning with a holy fervor she could only expect. The great divine armor of the Arch-Saints before her flowed across her skin, giving her a holy glow and a light of divinity.

Her newly anointed armor settled to her skin as she adjusted, the Elders around her sheathing their blades, the Divine Eye stepping aside and offering Anne-Marie to the blade that rested before her. It was ancient and archaic in design, yet it had been passed through the many centuries from Arch-Saint to Arch-Saint, a relic and sign of their divinity, said to grant the holy right to challenge any enemy of the Coven.

“I accept this gift with a humility of a thousand worlds.” Anne-Marie strode forwards and reached out to accept the blade, her hand placed against it’s hilt as she wrapped her fingers around it slowly, inhaling with a slight tinge of excitement to her. 

She lifted the surprisingly heavy blade, taking a moment to adjust to it’s vast weight before sheathing it and turning back to the council of Elders. “What is your bidding.” the Divine Eye smiled and nodded to her. “Quite perceptive of our instrument. Your first task is already awaiting you.”

The Elders parted to show a starmap of Coven controlled territory. “One of our many covens is being assailed by an armada calling itself the Siren’s Calling. They require your aid immediately. You are to repel them and make an example of their leader for this grievous assault against our holy right.” The Divine Eye waved her forwards, ushering her to the exit of the room.

“Once you have completed that task, we have many more for you to attend. Make haste.” Anne-Marie simply nodded at her orders, turning and marching from the building. She would have time to revel in her new power in the lifestream. Until then, she had much work to attend to.

Anne-Marie marched from the high tower of the Elders, many coven workers passing by her and bowing in respect as she marched past. She took her time descending the great stairs of the tower to admire her home one last time, for she doubted she’d return here in the coming battles. The great stone city below, and the vast city floating above, contrasting each other with a great gap in both technology and belief. 

The city and lands below believed in the words of the coven as they were inclined to, doing as the Elders dictated, whereas the sky continents were more lenient in their foolish beliefs and concepts. They were allowed sanctuary amid Coven worlds, so long as they obeyed the laws and rulings of the Coven.

At the great Lightbridge, Anne-Marie paused to take one lasting breath of her world’s rich summer air, the bio-fumes of the continent above giving it a rustic feeling it as she smiled. Something to give her comfort as she carried out her orders.

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She had not expected this. 

A great and endless campaign across many galaxies, worlds, solar systems, all ending in either success or failure, Anne-Marie’s mighty force and fleet winning them with strategic victories when needed, but she had never expected such an attack as this.

It was either great brilliance or insanity that drove this warrior she had encountered to attack the holy world of the Elders. It was either true strategic might or simple stupidity that he brought an army barely big enough to be detected, and then swept through their defenses as if they were chaff to be cut.

Anne-Marie could barely bring herself to stop shaking as she stared in a blind fury at the destruction she saw before her. The cities were burning, the sky erupted into chaos and fire as the sky cities burned, crumbling to the world below in their destruction and flame. 

She had never thought that something so horrific could have ever happened, even as she ordered her fleet to converge on the world. The Elders were lost, the cities ravaged and razed to the ground, armies clashing all across the world as it’s oceans boiled, it’s skies burned, and it’s air choked with smoke.

In one final and decisive battle, Anne-Marie finally ordered the final resort used. Her fleet retreated, the enemy declaring it’s victory as it’s leader stood at a throne of blood, bone, and death, watching and waiting, knowing that this fight was far from over. She made sure to remember that face, as her fleet retreated to a safe distance from the world.

That smug smirk of his, those silver eyes that pierced like needles through her armor, making her feel sick and disgusted all at once, as that rich black fur was more often than not drenched in the blood of both friend and foe. 

“All ships, prepare to fire.” Anne-Marie stood at the helm of her mightiest cruiser, exhaling sadly as she watched the nearly two hundred battle cruisers prepare their firing solutions. “When ready to fire, we may pray.” She crossed her hands over the hilt of her blade as she gave the order.

The countless armaments barraged the world, shattering it’s surface, cracking deep into it’s core and splitting it to rubble, the following explosion causing many aboard the many ships to look away at it’s brilliance. Anne-Marie let out a sorrowful sigh as she watched the great explosion, expecting nothing to have survived. Until she saw a peculiar streak of black through the explosions, rippling outwards. 

She could have sworn she saw the face of her enemy fly from the explosion, but surely no creature could survive such a cataclysm. She waved it off as a mere regret in the destruction of her homeworld and the annihilation of the center of her Coven’s worship. 

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Many centuries passed until the great leader of the Coven, Anne-Marie finally passed away. the last great Arch-Saint, she left no heir to follow in her footsteps, her old age finally consuming her weak and weary soul as she gave in to the crushing force that had risen after the fall of the Coven. The might Siren Queen would surely be a mighty and fierce warrior and ruler. 

Anne-Marie did not expect, however, what came when she finally gave in to her weary old body. She was promised by her coven a great and endless field of rich bounty and pleasure, with any desire she had to be granted at a whim. Not...this. 

“Yep.”

“But the…”

“Nope.”

“And you’re not….”

“Nope.”

The rather irked woman that stood before her rolled her eyes at the Saint, tinkering with the impressive and rather massive blade she wielded. “You’re dead, and I’m here to collect on your rather...powerful soul.” Anne-Marie could hardly believe what she heard. Surely she couldn’t be dead, and still clung to life and was lost in her delusions.

And yet, before her lay her corpse, eyes shut as it lay there still and unmoving, Anne-Marie left with grieving Generals and Leaders at a great loss at her death. “Surely I can’t be truly dead.” The woman before her shrugged, wielding her blade at the Saint and commanding her, “You’re dead, now let’s get moving.”

Anne-Marie could hardly comprehend what happened in the following moments, her vision blurring and fading multiple times, until she finally stood before a behemoth a woman. The woman had her arms crossed, and she stood like a vast monitor of some great kingdom before the Saint, certainly larger than any mortal warrior she’d encountered before.

“Name.” The woman leaned down to look at her as she spoke out. “Saint Anne-Marie.” The woman gave a slight hum, eyeing her over for several moments. “Tell me Saint, would you rather rot away in a blissful paradise, or would you rather retain all your might and continue in what you believe is right?”

Anne-Marie paused at that, unsure of what the woman meant and what her intention was. “I wouldn’t know. I would surely continue in what I believe is right and just, but I would surely die once more-” The towering woman before her smirked and slammed a fist down upon the unsuspecting Saint. When the darkness and swirling chaos in her vision cleared, she blinked away the final dots in her eyes as she staggered in question at what happened.

“You just died again.” The woman smirked at her, sat before her. “Crushed under my fist.” Anne-Marie sputtered for a few moments, before realizing. “I can’t die...I can’t die!” she was both horrified and overjoyed at the realization. With this profound and mysterious power that she’d been granted, she could surely return and- “Ah. There it is. Sorry lass, but you’re dead.”

“How can I be dead if I can’t die?”

“Simple. you’re a soul. A soul can’t die, but a body can.”

“How does that even work?”

“Would you like the long or short version?”

“Short if you could.”

“Okay then.” the woman rubbed her head and got to explaining. After many hours had passed, Anne-Marie nodded in vague understanding as she soaked in the knowledge. “So….I am currently a soul, an incorporeal being that is made of pure energy, essence as it’s called, unable to be destroyed or killed, but able to die and lose strength. And if I accept your offer of working for one of the many powerful ‘realms’ associated with ‘reapers’, I can become one myself and continue to uphold my holy right?”

The woman nodded, shrugging. “That’s about as simple as I can put it. So, what’s your answer then?” She held a hand out, the hand far larger than Anne-Marie herself, as the woman waited for her answer. “I will….accept your offer.” She reached out, before she realized the woman was muttering as her hand closed around Anne-Marie, crushing her.

When her vision cleared once more, she realized that she felt much stronger than she had ever before. “Your realm is the realm of the Knights Errant. You will be stationed there to work under their king and rulers. Understand?” Anne-Marie nodded lightly as she inhaled and exhaled sharply, adjusting to the sudden strength she felt deep in her body. It was if the strength she felt in her youth had suddenly returned almost tenfold.

For the next many centuries, Anne-Marie worked diligently for her commanders, never questioning what she was ordered to do, but always training and working away endlessly to improve upon herself. Though she may not agree with what she did, she never questioned it, deciding that so long as she upheld her beliefs, and did not let her work cloud her beliefs, then she would not be corrupted or tainted.

Finally, after many eons of work and endless training, she was finally given a challenge that truly stood up to test her strength when the princess of the realm, princess Olivia returned in a huff, badly beaten and bruised. 

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Such a crushing defeat. How could one creature be so overwhelmingly powerful? how could such a monster exist and have others fervently defending it’s obvious evil and defiance of nature. The light is supposed to win, not the evil and dark incarnate.

For many weeks, nearly two months after her crushing defeat, Anne-Marie staggered through the realm, heckled and harassed many times by any and all who passed by her. How could such a realm as this be so cruel and jaded. She was a holy warrior of the light and divine, how could they so willingly treat her as though she were a common harlot.

She was nearly raped multiple times, only escaping as they struggled to remove her armor. Never in her life, nor her death had she been exposed to such...depravity. After what felt like an agonizingly long month of no food, nothing to drink, heckling, near rape, near murders, and no way out or anywhere to go or return to, she could only think of one last place to go to for help.

When she arrived, she hardly expected to be allowed near the property, let alone to approach the door and knock. The wolf stood before her, looking over her pitiful state as she stood there, feeling naked and weak before the one who’d beaten her so savagely and easily. “Come on, let’s get you settled in, dressed, fed, and cared for then.” 

Countless thoughts rushed through her head, but for now, all she could think was ‘thank you’, as she followed the wolf to one of the many rooms of that surprisingly vast mansion she was being escorted through. Despite what she had done, and what she had intended to do as her orders, those of the house seemed to welcome her openly, as though she’d done nothing wrong.

The wolf explained to her with a sluggish smile. “Don’t worry. Each of this household, whether family or resident has come to this place through hard times, and more than most of the residents have tried to murder, kill, or destroy this family, realm, or me on multiple occasions. Just try to settle in, take your time, and you’ll fit in just fine.”

Anne-Marie nodded lightly as she reached her room, looking within. “this’ll be your room. If you need anything, just ask. Also, if it’s food, avoid Avaria in the third floor kitchen. She’s a glutton.” Anne-Marie could only give a questioning look as the wolf walked off, leaving her to enter the room. “Light give me strength.” She exhaled as she walked in and closed the door behind her.


	2. The Saint

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> The second chapter in the life the Archangel Anne-Marie. Telling the tale of her afterlife, much later in her history after a great many things has happened. Part of the on-going anthology series, Beyond Death.

Saint Anne-Marie.

A holy and chaste name, given to the most powerful of Reapers, a sign of devote strength and religious purity. A name given to one Reaper in her life, when she was a devout follower of the Allegiance of Heavens.

To this day, Arch-Saint Anne-Marie had considered herself a holy and just woman. A devout follower of the light, lead by holy cause and given righteous meaning in the universe.

But it was in her highest moment, at the peak of her power, that she saw how truly horrific her actions could be in the eyes of others.

She had ravaged worlds, destroyed armies, decimates entire systems in the name of the light. She stood beside a being of darkness, and did all of this without thought or consequence. But then, who could oversee the actions of one so powerful?

And now, she stood before a council, much like the day she had when they anointed her as the blade of an empire of light, and she lamented.

“Arch-Saint Anne-Marie. What you ask of this council….is nothing less of heresy. To take the light from one so greatly imbued with it would be to defy our very covens. To sacrilege a being of such devout faith….surely, you jest.” The Divine-Eye held her hands out, shaking her head as she questioned the reasoning of the one they had once seen as the pinnacle of their faith.

“I understand your hesitance. But I ask you, elders of light, ancient leaders of wisdom and justice, can you look to what I have done, and truly say that this is the will of the light?” She impaled her sword into the ground before her as she held a gloved hand to the sky.

Above, the stars swirled endlessly, the council sat within a room of pure light, the ceiling showing the endless universe before them. “Look. Look to the actions I have committed in the name of the light.” She points to a gathering of stars as she says this.

The ceiling magnifies the scene, showing her within the hangar of a ship of such massive size, that entire hangars could contain planets. She stands before the one who took her in, who showed her kindness, and let her atone for her actions. And yet, the scene weeps of sorrow as Anne-Marie is seen turning to stone before the leader of the faction known only as the Silver Shield.

“I sealed myself away, hidden by the power of the light, so that the one I allowed to escape, could do wickedness. Had the light guided me, I would have stopped them. I would have fought in this war of giants, and stood beside those who were just, instead of hiding behind a wall of stone.” The elders could only murmur among themselves as she said this.

“Am I truly one of the light? I have fought, spilled blood, and ravaged those who stood against me, blindly marching forward with no recourse to my actions. Tell me, had you stood in my place, would you have done any different than I do now?” She pleaded to the elders, ripping the sword from the floor before her as she held it aloft.

“I can not stand to abide by such faithless actions. I am a paragon of the light. I am justice. But I am not just.” She holds the sword, looking at it for a time as the elders merely remain silent.

“What will you do?” The Divine-Eye asks, a hand held out to Anne-Marie. “I will atone for my actions. But I can not, when I am placed so far above those whom I stand beside.” Holding the sword out to the Divine-Eye, Anne-Marie simply sighed.

Taking the blade from her, the Divine-Eye merely inspected the blade. Turning to place it upon a throne of light, the council watched as Anne-Marie turned and began to exit the room. “I will return for it. When I am worthy.”

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At first, Anne-Marie had believed it merely punishment for her abandoning her duty and role as a warrior of the light. Her armor had faded, crumbling away into dust. But as her strength began to leave her, she knew that it was truly her own fault for throwing away her power.

And now, as she stood on the precipice of eternity, staring out into a universe not her own, surrounded by warriors who could be no further from the light than herself, she knew that she was needed.

A war had erupted between many of the univii, a great and terrible beast bearing down on the home she had once fought to protect. And now, she fought to protect it once more.

“We stand.” she began, speaking to the many who had gathered with her, each seeking atonement, each seeking forgiveness for the things they had done. “At the precipice of darkness. In our time of need, the light had guided us, given us strength. We were devout and noble warriors, acting on the behalf of those who could not.”

The crowd shuffled as she spoke. It was difficult to be taken seriously as a leader when you were dressed in rugged armor, rusted with age, and wielded a blade so old that it had long lost its edge.

“Many of you will die in the coming battles. Many of you will suffer pain and agony unknown to many. But I ask you. If not us, then who?” The Saint raised her blade as she began to shout. “If we do not suffer this burden, then who will?! If we do not stand as the vanguard of our home, then what right do we have to call it such?!”

The crowd began to nod as she pointed her blade to them. “I ask you. Each of you. If not you, then who?! We will suffer. We will die.” Her blade lowered as she looked to it. “But if not us…..then who?” The crowd quieted once more as she lowers her blade.

“I will!” she shouts to the sky. “I will fight for my home. For a place to call home.” The crowd begins to agree, raising their weapons. “I will bleed for others, so that they may not! I will stand as the vanguard, and look to my brethren! And I will know that they will stand beside me!”

As the crowd begins to cheer, the sky suddenly cracks. Countless starships pouring from countless gateways within the horizon of the universe. The sheer number of them darkens the many skies, blotting out every sun as they flood the universe.

“We will not give in to this darkness! We will fight! And we will return home in victory!” The crowd, no longer of simple fighters or warriors, but of followers turns to the darkness as it encroaches. “I will look to each of you! As my brethren! As my sons and daughters! And I will not surrender!”

The world roars as the many before Anne-Marie rush to their starships and prepare for battle against the oncoming dark. “I will not surrender.” Anne-Marie looks to the sky as the darkness washes over the battlefield that would soon become home to the many warriors as they stand against a foe that outnumbers in such vast degrees, that they dare not count the odds.

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The battle raged for what felt like millennium. Many had fallen, only to rise back up again. The first century was the hardest, as their enemies bore down upon them from all sides, trying to surge past them.

Many gave their lives to stop the forge worlds from making it past. Great machines of destruction and overwhelming power, nearly a galaxy in size, pouring entire battalions of starships at a time. Those few who threw themselves to their missions would be immortalized.

The second century was far harder. The Legion of Shade stood in defiance against a force so overwhelming, that Anne-Marie could hardly comprehend how they had not won yet. And yet, she lead on, fighting with a fervor unlike any she’d ever had.

It was in the ninth century that things had become their bleakest. As the bastion and strongholds fell one by one, only a lone world remained between the endless army who’s name they did not even know, and the Legion of Shade.

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“Tell me some good news Michael!” Anne-Marie shouted over the sound of anti-planetary batteries, the thunderous cacophony echoing out relentlessly as the world fired into the heavens with reckless abandon.

“We lost our final bastion!” Anne-Marie couldn’t help but swear under her breath as her and one of the few surviving officers rushed through the many trenches of the world. “Alright, alright, tell me we managed to slow them down at least.”

“Barely, ma’am. Their main forces are supposed to be here within hours, if not minutes.” Anne-Marie paused to look to the sky as she contemplated what came bearing down upon the world.

Many centuries ago, there rested a sun in the sky, its’ soft blue warmth basking the world in a kind light, illuminating the many emplacements that had been built on the world to protect it, should all else fail.

And now, the sky was dark, devoid of light and life. And yet, the darkness seemed to shift and move, ever changing as an unseen foe advanced endlessly. There were once lights in the sky, of massive worlds that shone throughout the endless dark of the universe. But now, all of them were gone, hidden away by the swarm of starships that flooded the universe.

Their enemy couldn’t advance, so long as even one world remained. In the first century, they had captured a forge world and deciphered their gateway solution. Now, as the final world remained, the core repurposed to act as a jamming machine, they stood on the final barrier between their home, and annihilation.

“Prepare for the worst, Michael. I believe we’ll have visitors soon.” Anne-Marie strode forwards once more, preparing herself for the coming battle.

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The first day was the hardest. They had no stars with which to indicate when the nameless enemy would bear down upon them. So they never expected them to suicide charge their emplacements.

A pillar of ships came from the sky, crashing against the mountains that held the emplacements, and cracked the very earth with their sheer numbers. Within moments, the world was flooded with ships with technology and machinery too advanced for them to fight back against.

As the forces, what few remained, hid within the bunkers that resided within the world, waiting for the inevitable end, many prayed. Anne-Marie stood amid them, her face turned towards the floor as she remained silent.

“Weren’t you a holy knight?” Michael joked, sitting before her. She smiled softly as her eyes slowly raised to look at him. “I was. But I’m not worthy of the title or name I once had.” Michael could only chuckle.

“We’re definitely facing end-times. A little prayer wouldn’t hurt, would it?” He looked to her with a strained smile, as others looked to her. She looked to each of their faces, before looking to the ground once more.

“Fine. Fine.” she sighed as she crossed her legs, sitting on the ground as she stripped away her armor. “A true prayer requires one to possess no material possessions. Have no wants. Desire nothing. A true prayer asks only for understanding, never forgiveness.” She began, wrists resting on her knees as she closed her eyes and exhaled.

“A true prayer merely asks the light of what is required, never what is needed or wanted.” She turns her head to the crumbling ceiling. The ground had begun to quake, the encroaching army bearing down on them as she closed her eyes and cleared her mind.

“I am Anne-Marie. Forsaken Arch-Saint of the Order of Light, Convergent of Heavens. I rest before you, oh nameless and powerful existences, and ask that you pity me. I have sinned, and loathe my actions.” A strange warmth begins to crawl up her back as she continues.

“But as I stand here, at the edge of the abyss, I realize now what my purpose is.” The room grows quiet as many stare at their leader and listen to her prayers. Despite the thunderous noises above, her voice rings out above it all.  
“I ask not for forgiveness. But for the strength to face my end with bravery. Bravery not for myself, but for those who have none. For the peace of mind to know that what I do is righteous. I ask to strike low my enemies, for they are unjust.” The warmth clings to her as she lowers her head.

A realization comes to her as she exhales slowly. “I ask that you give me the strength I require to stand against the dark, against the unjust and evil. Oh glorious light, if my prayer should be answered, show me a sign, so that I may carry out your will.”

A weight bears upon her lap, Anne-Marie slowly opening her eyes as the world around her begins to crumble away. A sword of light, etched with such pristine detail that only the finest of smithes would ever dare to attempt such a finely crafted blade.

The ground quakes as starships rip away at it, the halls and room cracking as they finally surrender to the force that bears down on them.

Anne-Marie slowly rises, the many who rest around her rising as they each take their weapons in hand. “We are the last of the light, and we stand in defiance of this darkness! We will never surrender, so long as there are those who cannot protect themselves!” They each raise their weapons to the heavens, shouting as the starships converge within the sky and begin their final attack.

From within the heavens, a light pierces the veil. “If we are just and righteous, show us your strength, so that we may carry out your will!” The congregation screams to the heavens, a warmth washing over them as light crashes with the world.

At first, everyone takes a moment to collect themselves, the many warriors standing within the crater of their final bunkers, each of them awash with a warmth and light, their armor faded away to reveal armor of pure light.

And amid them all, a woman towers above them, her strength returned as she angles her blade to the heavens. Six angelic wings unfurl from her back as those around her raise their blades and guns to the sky. “We are Legion!”

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“They’re retreating!” Michael shouts from across the galaxy, his divine halo amplifying the light that pierces the veil of darkness.

The shadows swirl between the many warriors who stand in defiance of the dark, worlds appearing and vanishing from within the swirl of darkness. Countless galaxies awash with light as holy warriors surge forward into them, seeking those who would return from their grave to rise against their foe.

Ten millennium of war, of strife. What felt like an eon of suffering and endless battle. The Legion of Light stood in utter defiance of their endless enemy. They would lose battles, see worlds crumble against the tide of their foe, but they would never surrender.

Their final world shined as a beacon of light, as the final bastion against an endless dark. And it never crumbled. No matter how many times they were pushed back, no matter how dire the circumstances, the Legion of Light never surrendered their final world.

Anne-Marie couldn’t believe that they had withstood the dark for so long. Their enemy thinned as the countless forge worlds retreated through portals and gateways. From their own world, massive Centurion warships appeared, the massive machines designed to fire entire galaxies.

The Silver Shield had arrived, and with them, they brought an army of such impossible power, that their enemy could do nothing but retreat. Ten Centurions appears, three firing massive beams that shattered the heavens, piercing deep into the enemy forces and ranks.

Entire forge worlds vanished in the beams of light, galaxies formed and extinguished in moments as the unstoppable force surged forwards, reclaiming the universe through sheer might.

And they wept. The Legion of Light wept tears of joy, overwhelmed with happiness as they hung in space, their divine forms beacons of hope amid a universe that was nearly annihilated. And they cried for those that they could not protect. For those who had been lost to save those who could fight on.

Anne-Marie wept for the light. As she rest at the heart of the universe, her heavenly form piercing the veil of existence as she cried tears of pure light, her sorrow felt across the universe. They had won.


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